Mr. Sandman’s Gift To Me
I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for a full week, so last night I treated myself to at least 10 good hours of it, all of it much needed, and for the first time in months I dreamed vivid dreams of nonsense, such a glorious gift of wonder and magic. I really have missed that.
What did I dream? I dreamed that I journeyed in a dumbwaiter, and the dumbwaiter was a time machine. I went back in time and met the man who invented baseball. Human Encyclopedia tells me that his name was Abner Doubleday, which makes me think of Albus Dumbledore. Talk about magic, huh? Anyway, the man who invented baseball asked me to help him design a baseball bat, so I drew the shape of a baseball bat on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Yes, my friends. I invented the baseball bat, and now it’s time for me to go hit some lemons.
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9 thoughts on “Mr. Sandman’s Gift To Me”
I hear Louisville sluggers are very good for beating lemons.
What do you think Dumbledore’s batting average was?
If he played baseball, I’m sure Dumbledore’s batting average would be better than any Muggle’s, but I think it’s more likely he played Quidditch than baseball.
what an awesome dream! i wish for you nights and days filled with more!
I hope in your next dream, you can swing a lemon straight at Murphy’s head. And, knock him cold.
I love you! Have I told you that lately?
Wow. I’ve never known someone famous before. Very cool! 😉
Swing batter batter, SWING!!! OH! It’s outa the park!!
Swing batter batter, SWING!!! OH! It’s outa the park!!
Who REALLY invented modern baseball? According to this source, it was Alexander Cartwright Jr.:
http://www.mrbaseball.com/history/cartwright.htm
So forget about Abner Doubleday or any variation thereof.
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